Mackenzie’s POV
Grabbing my shoulder, Summer shoves me forward and I stumble as the restraints around my hands and feet stop me from moving quick enough, the ropes fixed around my ankles barely allowing me to do more than shuffle forward as I walk in the direction the blonde woman indicates. Maxton’s hands dig into my jeans, the toddler whimpering as I inch forward as best I can, keeping my hands as near him as I can, trying to give him comfort.
Glancing around us, I find that we are on what looks like an old farm, the ground underneath is weed strewn with two fresh grooves dug through from I assume tyres. The building in front of us is dilapidated, the windows all boarded up and the couple of stairs leading to the porch are broken with peeling paint.
I make my way across the dirt, lift
